tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58419739333473403222011-11-27T16:07:52.839-08:00Poems For LifeBambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428445001536770223noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841973933347340322.post-80370506587419346812009-11-09T19:30:00.000-08:002009-11-09T19:30:33.061-08:00Scarred People Are Beautiful<div class="user"><b>Man Speaks:</b><br /></div><div class="user"><b> </b><br /></div><div class="user">I've seen a number of movies lately Lord, <br /></div><div class="user">Like Romeo and Juliet<br /></div><div class="user">The Love of young people, at least in some movies,<br /></div><div class="user">Is beautiful,<br /></div><div class="user">So simple, so total, so uncomplicated<br /></div><div class="user">They seem so natural<br /></div><div class="user">So free in their emotions, so clear in their feelings<br /></div><div class="user">I wish I could be like that, Lord,<br /></div><div class="user">But I can't be<br /></div><div class="user">Why is it so?<br /></div><div class="user">I've been hurt, Lord,<br /></div><div class="user">I have trusted and been betrayed many a times,<br /></div><div class="user">I have tried hard to care the failed often<br /></div><div class="user">I have shared my secrets and heard them whispered<br /></div><div class="user">To others<br /></div><div class="user">I have been warm but I only got a cold shoulder<br /></div><div class="user">I have been through it, Lord<br /></div><div class="user">I've fallen in face<br /></div><div class="user">I've banged my shins<br /></div><div class="user">I've been bruised<br /></div><div class="user">Look, Lord, I am all covered with scars!<br /></div><div class="user">The Lord speaks:<br /></div><div class="user">Maybe you haven't understood enough,<br /></div><div class="user">Maybe you haven't learned that life is cruel<br /></div><div class="user">All saints are scarred<br /></div><div class="user">Young love is not the highest form of love<br /></div><div class="user">The greatest love comes from scarred people like me<br /></div><div class="user">Many people stop loving so they won't be <br /></div><div class="user">Hurt again<br /></div><div class="user">But people start loving again,<br /></div><div class="user">Who continue in spite of all,<br /></div><div class="user">Who leave themselves open<br /></div><div class="user">To the possibility of being hurt again,<br /></div><div class="user">These people are able to feel again in a deeper way,<br /></div><div class="user">A richer way<br /></div><div class="user"><b>Man's Response:</b><br /></div><div class="user">I think I know what you mean, Lord <br /></div><div class="user">I have met people like me<br /></div><div class="user">And knowing them gave me courage<br /></div><div class="user">The greatest people are those who continue to love<br /></div><div class="user">With their scars.<br /></div><div class="user">I LIKE SCARRED PEOPLE, LORD<br /></div><div class="user">THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841973933347340322-8037050658741934681?l=lajpoems4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428445001536770223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841973933347340322.post-4933317748541479322009-10-28T22:55:00.001-07:002009-10-28T22:55:58.690-07:00Believe<div class="user">From the depths of thy soul<br /></div><div class="user">Into the heart of the sea<br /></div><div class="user">I once asked myself,<br /></div><div class="user">Should I fight for a reverie?<br /></div><div class="user"><br /></div><div class="user">A dream…<br /></div><div class="user">Yes, a savage dream<br /></div><div class="user">So cruel…<br /></div><div class="user">So noble…<br /></div><div class="user">Will I win thy victory?<br /></div><div class="user"><br /></div><div class="user">A fight of illusions<br /></div><div class="user">A battle for reality<br /></div><div class="user">Aspiring for triumph<br /></div><div class="user">Grasping for supremacy.<br /></div><div class="user"><br /></div><div class="user">From the roots of the mountain<br /></div><div class="user">Into the flood gates of heaven<br /></div><div class="user">I will be what I want to be<br /></div><div class="user">Though I’ll endure life’s catastrophe.<br /></div><div class="user"><br /></div><div class="user">Spirits high! Thy goal is achieved.<br /></div><div class="user">A heart with a desperate grip<br /></div><div class="user">Won’t cease,<br /></div><div class="user">Yet strive and simply believe.<br /></div><div class="user"><br /></div><div class="user">BELIEVE!<br /></div><div class="user">Thy soul that never quits the earth<br /></div><div class="user">Into my heart high yearnings<br /></div><div class="user">I will fight…<br /></div><div class="user">I will soar…<br /></div>I will reach my dream…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841973933347340322-493331774854147932?l=lajpoems4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428445001536770223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841973933347340322.post-26090123915526803242009-10-28T19:53:00.000-07:002009-10-28T19:56:49.188-07:00Predestination<p class="user">Raindrops fell...<br /></p> <p class="user">But the maiden still cried in torment and pain<br /></p> <p class="user">Alone in the journey she has traveled on,<br /></p> <p class="user">Surpassed by the awful rain.<br /></p> <p class="user"><br /></p> <p class="user">Jaded of her existence<br /></p> <p class="user">She wanted to relinquish.<br /></p> <p class="user">She was totally disheartened<br /></p> <p class="user">Because love for her was amiss.<br /></p> <p class="user"><br /></p> <p class="user">Destiny seemed blurry for the lady of sentiment<br /></p> <p class="user">The response of affection was completely absent.<br /></p> <p class="user">She felt weary yet continued the expedition<br /></p> <p class="user">Waiting for the knight of aesthetic satisfaction.<br /></p> <p class="user"><br /></p> <p class="user">Time passed by…<br /></p> <p class="user">Still no one’s there to join her journey.<br /></p> <p class="user">“I have to wait, I have to be patient.”<br /></p> <p class="user">She sighed with deepest agony.<br /></p> <p class="user"><br /></p> <p class="user">In the ocean of strangers she looked around<br /></p> <p class="user">Gazing up into the eyes of everyone<br /></p> <p class="user">‘nd from that ghastly scene, she spotted a man.<br /></p> <p class="user">“Is he the one who will stop the rain, and be thy sun?”<br /></p> <p class="user"><br /></p> <p class="user">Raptures of endearment overruled her heart<br /></p> <p class="user">For secretly, she has loved him from the very first start<br /></p> <p class="user">Mystified of his candid eyes, those winsome smile,<br /></p> <p class="user">Unable to suppress her feelings for a while.<br /></p> <p class="user"><br /></p> <p class="user">She stared at him in reverent silence<br /></p> <p class="user">Noted the attributes, his arrogant handsomeness<br /></p> <p class="user">His breathtaking face was one of the unleashed sensualities<br /></p> <p class="user">The knight has it all, the paragon of masculinity.<br /></p> <p class="user"><br /></p> <p class="user">Inside thy heart, she looked for a place of solidarity<br /></p> <p class="user">A place like heaven, a place of verity<br /></p> <p class="user">But still ill-fated like a broken reverie<br /></p> <p class="user">Love in the lad’s eyes, she could not see.<br /></p> <p class="user"><br /></p> <p class="user">Now…<br /></p> <p class="user">Raindrops turn into heavy rains<br /></p> <p class="user">The uncaring wind, waiting still in vain,<br /></p> <p class="user">Fate may blur for the damsel,<br /></p> <p class="user">Pain may not easy to mend,<br /></p> <p class="user">But still she believes that someday<br /></p> The sun shall rise again…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841973933347340322-2609012391552680324?l=lajpoems4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428445001536770223noreply@blogger.com1